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Wednesday, 11 November 2015

New Release: Garret's Dilemma (Darkfall Mountain Pack 1)

Blurb: City slicker Bo Ramirez reluctantly agreed to spend the weekend camping in the Darkfall woods with his outdoorsy werebear boyfriend. When Bo turns from lover to food, there is no one else in the woods to hear his cry for help.

Dominant werewolf Garret Marks is a part of the Darkfall Mountain Pack. The lone wolf of the pack, Garret’s peaceful solitary existence is shattered when an injured human male stumbles into his property.

Garret smelled trouble the moment Bo crashed into his life. Bo’s stalker crazy shifter boyfriend is out for Bo’s blood, but it’s really none of Garret’s business. Something about Bo calls to Garret though. The human drags all of Garret’s protective animalistic instincts to the surface, preventing Garret from walking away.

STORY EXCERPT

Jesus, were those wide brown eyes lethal. Bo reminded
Garret of a puppy that needed protection. Usually, Garret didn’t give a fuck
about others, especially outsiders who had no right lingering on pack land, but
something about this human made him do the unthinkable. Garret tugged on Bo’s
hair, used his other hand to grip his arm and lift him back to his feet. The
gesture worsened the situation.

Now, Garret became aware of how Bo’s delicious lean
sweat-slicked body rubbed against the fabric of his clothes despite the
inappropriate situation. The way Garret’s erection visibly poked through his
jeans, and Bo’s—well, the human’s cock pressed up against him, hard and long.

Garret grinned when Bo realized his reaction. Color
flushed his neck and cheeks. Bo leaned in close, brushed his lips with Garret
probably without understanding why. Garret banded his arm around Bo’s waist,
pulled him close, and took his lips. Garret told himself he’d maybe break his
rules a little, and help this human for a while. Scare off his crazy ex, before
sending him on his way. That thought evaporated and all his pure intentions
dissipated.

His wolf didn’t just want to tear the fucker who hurt
their human to unrecognizable pieces. It wanted to take Bo under their
protection, ride Bo, quench the heat emanating between their bodies, and claim
him. Stay fucking calm. Don’t talk about the inconceivable.

Except Garret couldn’t think. His head spun when he
caught the first taste of Bo. Bo kissed him back, clutching at his shoulders.
Their teeth and tongues tangled, but Garret led the dance here. Bo yielded to
his prodding tongue though, and his submission made their first kiss so much
sweeter. Another howl, filled with fury, but also with impatience.

Garret wasn’t worried. A slight tug on the
metaphysical bonds connecting his wolf to the rest of the pack told him two of
his buddies were nearby. He parted from the human to pull his head back and let
a howl tear out of his throat.Garret’s lupine brothers answered his call. Bo’s
ex let out a pissed off snarl.

Three against one, bastard. What’s your next move?

His pack mates won’t be pleased by the turn of events,
but Garret would worry about that later. For now, he needed their help.

Garret’s hearing caught the sound of breaking twigs
and the sound of Bo’s ex faded to echoes. When Garret looked down, Bo looked at
him, wide-eyed, mouth slightly open. While it was tempting to resume where they
stopped before,Garret scented a mix of fear and anger on the human now. What
the fuck? Didn’t Garret just save his life and risk his neck out for him?

“Not until you explain yourself, human. You owe me
that at least,” Garret said coldly.

Bo let out a hiss. “It’s Bo, and if I didn’t let my
boyfriend hunt me down and kill me, then you can’t have me for dinner either.”

Boy, did this guy sound hysterical. Garret reeled in
his temper. The human must be in shock, after his blood-pumping run through the
woods.

“Trust me. I’m not interested in eating you, not in
the literal sense.”

Bo looked startled, and Garret had an impression the
human got his intended meaning. Garret wondered how Bo would react if he pointed
out both their erections hadn’t backed down.

“How can you expect me to trust you or any other
shifter again?” Bo demanded.

“I don’t expect or want anything from you. Fuck. I’m
not even interested in helping you in the first place. That’s the reason I live
up here. To avoid humans.” Garret showed Bo a flash of the slightly sharpened
rows of his canines. He must have convinced Bo he didn’t mean Bo harm, because
Bo didn’t look impressed or scared. Garret ought to change that soon.

“But you did. Help me I mean, even though I was sure
you’d shoot me.” Bo pointed out the obvious. “Why?”

“The fuck would I know. I’m as clueless as you,
human.”

“Bo,” Bo corrected.

Except Garret did know, he just couldn’t admit the
truth out loud.

There was only one reason why his wolf reacted that
way, why his attraction to Bo would overcome all his hard-wired notions to keep
out of anyone’s business but his own. All shifters came with the in-built
software to be able to instantly identify their mate, the fated half they would
spend all their lives with, the moment they came along. It sure couldn’t be
this human though.

Garret’s wolf must have made a mistake, because Garret
already found his mate. Brandon might be buried under an unmarked grave somewhere
in the woods like he asked, but Brandon was his only mate.

ADULT EXCERPT

Garret let out a growl. He closed the distance between
them, finally crawling into bed with Bo. Garret flung the sheets aside, rolling
on top of him. Bo groaned, feeling the weight of Garret’s body against his—not
unpleasant, but Bo liked the feeling of being restrained. Before Bo could
decide whether he should make the first move, Garret began pelting kisses down
his jaw, the column of his throat, and collarbones.

“Whoa there, big guy,” Bo whispered. Each press of
Garret’s lips on his heated skin felt like a singe or tiny burn mark. Garret
paused from pulling over the hem of his shirt.

Garret laughed, unfretted and unexpected. Damn. Did
Garret know he had a gorgeous laugh capable of melting Bo’s frozen heart?

“I fucking love how responsive your body is, Bo,” Garret
said.

Bo’s shirt came off a second later, then his shorts.
He didn’t recognize both items. They were twice his size, so they probably
belonged to Garret.

“Wait,” Bo interrupted.

Garret snarled, sounding annoyed, but he stopped.
“What now?”

“You give me strip show too. I want to see the goods,”
Bo defiantly said.

Garret blinked, looking stunned. “Fine.”

The werewolf grumbled under his breath as he got out
of bed and began undressing. Bo licked his lips each time Garret dropped each
article of clothing. Every inch of his wolf was roughly hewn and hard.

Bo wanted to reach out, touch that expense of tan skin.
Rub those six-packs. Then Bo’s gaze reached Garret’s package. His mouth went
dry. Garret’s length stood at half-mast, beautifully long and thick—larger than
anything that Bo had taken inside him.

“That reaction almost made that effort fucking
worthwhile,” Garret’s voice rumbled through the room.

“Why almost?” Bo asked.

“I’m not satisfied until I fuck you.”

“Make love,” Bo cut in.

“You’re always full of surprises. Fucking feisty for a
human,” Garret muttered. He blanketed his body over Bo’s again. The feel of
Garret’s scarred hard flesh against his felt amazing.

“Getting hard and we haven’t even started yet?” Garret
whispered against his ear. Bo swore he nearly came when Garret bit down on his
earlobe and wrangled a moan from me. “If you come early, I’m going to get
pissed, Bo.”

“I won’t,” Bo promised.

“You better,” Garret warned.

Garret nipped his way down again. When Garret’s mouth
closed around Bo’s left nipple, Bo speared his fingers through his thick hair.
Garret’s eyes angrily flashed a mixture of pleasure and annoyance. Then Garret
sucked. The bud instantly peaked. Feeling the slight edge of Garret’s teeth, Bo
groaned. Garret bit hard enough to leave a slight ache, before moving to the
other.

Bo’s balls drew in tight around him, as Garret continued
his exploration. In his limited experience, Bo noticed shifters didn’t possess
much patience when it came to rutting. Garret though, took his time exploring
Bo’s body like it was worthy of worship.

By the time Garret reached his groin, Bo was squirming
with impatience. He groaned when Garret playfully slapped at his inner thigh.
Hell. His member perked up at that little gesture.

“So, you like some bite to your pleasure, don’t you?”
Garret whispered against Bo’s thigh, his breath warmth.

He blew at Bo’s tormented cock, and Bo almost came
then. Remembering Garret’s warning, he thought of other mundane things to avoid
coming on the spot. God. He couldn’t remember the last time any man reduced him
to a horny teenager incapable of controlling himself.

Garret flicked a tongue over the pre-cum gather at his
tip, making him shudder. “Answer me,” Garret demanded.

“Yes,” Bo replied, breathy.

“Let’s see how long your resolve lasts,” Garret said.
He licked Bo from root to tip, watching Bo the entire time. Jesus, the way
Garret trained his amber gaze on him, watching his reaction, was a damn erotic
sight.

“Garret. Please,” Bo hoarsely whispered.

In response, Garret took his tortured length between
his lips. Bo’s mind went blank. He couldn’t remember the last time another guy
gave him head. Usually, their positions would be reversed. Bo would service
Royce, but Royce never returned the favor. Thoughts of his bastard ex
evaporated when his tip reached the back of Garret’s throat. Garret pulled out
smoothly, taking air for a couple of seconds, before diving back in.

The command was enough to trigger Bo’s climax. Bo’s
head reeled. The cabin fell away as intense waves of pleasure shook his body.
Strings of his cum coated Garret’s chest, but Garret didn’t seem to care. When
Bo came back to reality, he found Garret had returned with a washcloth to clean
the mess.